updatey

Back still feels like it's on fire most of the time. Big ol' knot of fire, right down there to the left of my spine. Yep.

I got new glasses. Yay for no more falling-apart ones.

Murphy is so big omg. Why can't he stay tiny and fluffy forever? He's like a pre-teen kitty now. Still as sweet and cuddly and playful as ever, but with hints of moodiness on the horizon.

My back HURTS.

Big family thing this weekend I don't feel up for.

Friends continue to be awesome. I made pound cake for limegreenjillo's birthday last Monday and it was quite the success, if I say so myself. Have also been experimenting with homemade truffles lately. So far the mint ones were probably the most popular, but I am partial to the raspberry experiment. Blackberry next. Then maybe jasmine. Or espresso.

Computer still having power issues. So annoying.

Lego Rock Band is fun. So is Puzzle Quest.

I think my back might be getting worse instead of better, despite all the ice packs and ibuprofen and exercises and rest and attempts at good posture. Eff it. The whole thing.

Summergen story still not written. Tonight is my last chance to try to finish it and turn it in, though it'll be unbetaed. I hate myself right now for failing so hard at this. Not conducive to creativity.

Back pain can go DIAF, thank you very much.

So can people who hate the things I love. Sorry, people. I should probably stop reading comments on the internet. They're pissing me off right now. (ETA: Not even fandom-related this time! It's about pancakes. And God. But mostly pancakes.)

Futurama is a grimy spot of rainbow swirly joy in the oil-slicked stinking puddle of life.

So are fluffy kittens who curl up in the corner of your neck and just purr.

Okay, I have to move positions now. Fuck you, back. Fuck you so much.